Sister 4 and Brothers 3
Hanging off the family tree
Practising for getting old

Do you want your fortune told
They're looking for you high and low
Now
there's nowhere for you to go
So you'll just have to come out and face the music
Jacksons, Monk and Rowe
Long ago when we were kids and we cut your hair to bits
As we carried off like spoils the heads we'd smash right off
your dolls
But the
wind is changing you know
Are you sure of your friends and your foe
Have you got
what it takes to carry it off
Jacksons, Monk and Rowe

As the sun beats down
and life begins to complicate
Will we both incinerate
If we touch that brass
name-plate